Authors Note: Welcome to my little world. I wrote this because all of the fanfiction I have read between Rose and Emmett always has them ending up sounding like Edward and Bella... well take it from me, they are not them. I wanted to show that there are more ways to love than just the way Bella and Edward did... I hope you enjoy my version of the bitch falling in love with a beast. xoxo

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Today was one of those days that she hated her brother.

Edward Cullen sat there in her english class, even though he was a grade lower than her, bound and determined to ruin her life. Or at least so Rosalie Hale thought.

Edward was reciting some dreadfully depressing poetry in an attempt to show that he was, in fact, the smartest of the two Cullen children. Rosalie would not stand for this as she scoured at him.

Edward, in her opinion, was just dull. He was lifeless, always sullen and doing some serious damage to her grade as he gracefully recited the lines of poetry.

Rosalie was much different. She was cold, calculating, and overwhelmingly beautiful. Some had said she was one of the most beautiful vampires in existence. While neither her or her brother were currently relishing their existence, she at least had the wearwithal to control the situation around here. She used her beauty to accomplish those odds.

When Carlisle, her adoptive father, found her around two years ago lying nearly dead in the street her thoughts had been of betrayal. When she had killed every single last man who had put her in that position, she had been consumed with revenge. But now she had turned cold and determined that no man would ever look down upon her again. She saw men as inconspicuous tools only for her use.

She would use her beauty to curry favors and gifts. Flirt with her male teachers to skate through school. All the while never giving in to them. First off, she couldn't. Her cold interior was matched by the coolness of her touch. Her strength could overtake the strongest of men without question and the fact that she was made to kill them, only added to her reason to never trust or love a man ever again.

By the time the school bell had rang and she collected her belongings Edward had pulled the new Volvo around to pick her up.

"Get in," Edward blankly stated without making eye contact and Rosalie entered the passenger side of the vehicle.

"Do you have any idea the vial thoughts that man has about you," Edward stated obviously annoyed.

Rosalie with a quiet smirk responded, "well then it looks like I will be getting good marks in that class."

Edward just rolled his eyes, he hated how his sister solely relied on her looks and appeal with men to get everything.

He began to lecture her, "you know you are smart. Why don't you just try and stop manipulating every single person you can." She just rolled her eyes. Manipulating men who saw her as just a pretty face was exactly why she did it. These men did not, and would not ever value her, so why not destroy their misguided hopes that they could ever be with a woman as beautiful as her. Edward privy to her thoughts gave up, he was never going to win this battle.

When they arrived home to their temporary home near the smokey mountains Rosalie announced she was going to hunt on her own. The Cullen family always lived with some form of wilderness out their back door. Their conscious choice to only survive off animal blood needed to be helped any way it could. Rosalie dropped her bag, took off her shoes and made for the mountains.

She closed her eyes and took in her surroundings, her senses acutely on fire. She sensed it. South. Big prey. Most likely a bear or a big mountain lion. She took off running. A big prey like this would surely be what she needed to work out her frustrations. When she knew she was closing in she made her way up a tree. She was not as strong as her father but if she could drop down on top of it, she could get her hands round it's neck and with a snap she would sink her teeth into it. Thats when she saw it. It was a bear, a large one, but before she could plan her descent she smelled it. Her senses were taken over by the smell of human blood.

From her vantage point in the trees she spied him. A man, a large man lying helpless on the ground after being mauled by the bear. For the briefest of moments she wondered how Carlisle felt when he followed the smell of her blood to her torn body. She looked down on the man and couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He lied there helpless.

Don't think about it, just get the bear and get out of here she thought to herself. With her focus back on the bear she descended onto the bears back. With a quick snap she had put it down and as she was about to sink her teeth into it she looked at the man once more. He was large, obviously very strong, but still so helpless. His eyes met hers and she began to feel conflicted. Her cold demeanor and stubbornness were fighting hard to win out, but something even more powerful took over. She looked at him and thought the same thoughts that Carlisle had thought when he found her, what a waste. With that sole thought she exhaled her frustration and scooped the large man up in her arms and ran as fast as she could back to her home.

As she ran she fought every urge in her body to sink her teeth into him. It was killing her not to feed, but she was better than that. She was better than the monsters who destroyed her life and they had nothing even remotely different about them, just plain sick men. And yet here she was, saving a man.

She began to focus her thoughts hoping that Edward would notice - Help, get Carlisle, I found someone who is very hurt. She thought this over and over again hoping he would pick up on it, and luckily he did. She was greeted at the very edge of the forest by her entire family. Carlisle and Edward took the massive man from Rosalie, while her adoptive mother Esme made sure that she was ok.

"No I am fine, I just found him. He was attacked by a bear," Rosalie muttered a bit in shock herself.

Carlisle, always cool and collected reassured his daughter, "we will see what we can do to help him"

Inside their home Carlisle began to examine his injuries while Edward and Esme looked on.

"He is not going to make it," Carlisle sadly revealed. Rosalie had been listening from the hall.

Entering the room she announced very matter of factly, "change him."

Carlisle and Edward were a bit stunned, Esme's eyes were on her daughter.

"You heard me, I said change him," she continued.

Carlisle looked to his wife for council, "Esme, what are your thoughts." She motioned for him to follow her out of earshot from Rosalie and Edward.

"I have not seen her care about anything even remotely important since she was turned," Esme started, "I think we should do it." Edward had been listening in on their thoughts. Rosalie just stood there, arms folded over her chest, a stern gaze never leaving the giant man laying on the table. She could not figure out why she had decided to save him. Edward left the room to find his parents.

"I vote no, look at him. He will be completely unpredictable," Edward stated.

"Can you pick up anything from his thoughts," Carlisle questioned. Edward focused in, all he felt was the pain the man was in, and one thought…

"He thinks he is already dead since an angel carried him," Edward half laughed getting the words out. "If he only knew Rose," he continued laughing, "more like a devil than an angel."

Carlisle eyed his daughter one more time. Her gaze never broke but she did not appear to be overly concerned for the man, but still she never removed her eyes from him. Carlisle knew that every new born was a risk, you could never tell how they would be after the transformation. Weighing the odds he decided that it was worth to see if anything could remotely crack Rose's harsh exterior.

"I hope you are very strong, you will need it," Carlisle said as he positioned himself over the man body turning his head to access his neck. "This will hurt, I will not be false about that, but after a new life awaits you son," and with that Carlisle lowered his head and bit into the mans neck, his venom beginning to spread.

"How long," Rose questioned with no emotion in her voice. This was the first time she had seen anyone change. The man writhed in pain but she could tell he was fighting it, even on the brink of death he fought the pain.

"It depends, Esme took around two days," Carlisle explained, "you and Edward took around three since you are bigger." She scoffed at her father.

"Only because you are taller dear," Esme quickly added giving her husband a knowing look.

"I have never seen anyone this large be turned before. I would imagine it would be about four days, maybe five. We will know as the transformation completes," Carlisle informed. They would begin to wait.